4778 West Pont Loma - a poem by Rodrigo Barata

So here I am again

A mixed intoxication

I understand the toll

But I can’t go no other way

We both know that it is trouble

We know that we are double

We know we can’t complain

So here we go again

Up the hill and downhill

The point of no resistance

One more day

Another pill

We both need medication

Said fuck! to inspiration

We just can’t bear the pain

You come with a solution

Talk shit like evolution I fake a grin

I need a cushion!

Problematic, then ecstatic

Anxious, then pretentious

How make our lives not vain?

I fear you fear

So here’s another beer

I hurt, you hurt

We hurt

We have no gear

We’re fucked.